Novel & Cerita Vivian's Table

in greeting. I sat down at the head of the table, picked up a piece of bread and tore it in half, and then waited. Usually, Adeline would be watching me out of the corner of her eye, waiting for me to say something. But today? Nothing. She just kept writing. Vivian came out a few minutes later. She had changed into a pink dress and she smiled as she sat down right next to me. When she looked up at Adeline, she hissed.

Taylor smirked. “Then let’s play something I can play.” Taylor thought for a moment before saying, “Dice, then. It’s easy. If you’ve got hands, you’re qualified. You at least know how to compare totals, right?” I nodded. “That works. Let’s start.” Then, I walked straight to the card table and sat down on the side against the wall. “Oh, Maisie, you’re challenging Taylor at dice? You’ve already lost. Taylor’s the queen of dice. Even the pros can’t beat her.”

I can't stand the aura of hostility coming off Vivian too much longer. Dinner is uncomfortable for me. The men eat happily enough. Selene cuts her meat and eats delicately, like a proper lady. Vivian just sits there sipping her wine moodily. Once in a while, she would glance at me with narrowed eyes over her wine glass. I pretend to eat, but I've really lost my appetite. "So you two had been spending all evening in Caspian's bedroom?" asks Julian. His grin is big and mischievous. His eyes flash to Vivian for a second.

I stated. “Luningnig, ma’am,” she said, stepping forward. “My baby is allergic to some spices, so you have to be very careful when handling her meals. Gabriel is going to give her food menu to you and mine included,” I set forth. “We are done here. Gabriel, show them to their rooms, and then they can begin work immediately. Sweetheart, off we go,” I said, and headed upstairs with Razi. “I told you I don’t need a nanny, Miss Scarlett,” Razi grumbled.

Serena’s POV The tension in the room was so thick it felt like it had become another person sitting at the table with us. If a pen had fallen, the sound would have cut through the silence like a gunshot. Every woman at the table was watching Liz, waiting to see how she would recover from my comment. Her lips parted, clearly preparing a response, when Vivian—committed to maintaining her image as a gracious, composed leader—lifted her pen and tapped it lightly against the table.

"I want to try." "I've never eaten either. Here, you eat." Vivian said, pushing her plate towards him. It was as simple as that, she felt like they were dating, and the world seemed to be just the couple. A minute later, the image of a person blurred through her eyes, and she watched Luna pull out the chair next to Jaime. "I saw you came early, but because I was busy welcoming guests, I couldn't come and say hello." She smiled. Noble makeup, curly hair, loose on the shoulders. Vivian suddenly felt too monotonous for her.

I decided to keep out of the way that day so Vivian could go about her precious festival preparations in peace, but I was hungry, so I padded down to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Of course, Vivian was there. Like a ghost following me around the house. “Ah! Ellie! There you are,” she said. She held up two candle holders; one that was brass with a clawfoot base, and one that was iron with a simple twisted design. “Which one of these do you think we should use for the tables?” I walked over to the bread cupboard and opened it, grabbing two slices from a bag, which I threw into the toaster. “I thought you had it all handled,” I said curtly without looking at her.

Vivian sat alone in the shadowed corner of the bar, watching strangers drift beneath the amber glow of the lights. She could not believe she had actually fallen for a rumor. “The real reason the Hayes and Carter families postponed the wedding? Sebastian’s ex was kidnapped. He’d rather call off the marriage than leave her to die.” One reckless sentence was all it took for her to book the first flight to Harbor City. Sebastian was the untouchable heir everyone admired—a fixture on the covers of financial magazines and the polished businessman delivering keynote speeches at charity galas. What could a man like him possibly be doing in a place like this? Vivian shook her head, set down her g

"Veya AI, book me a table for a business dinner tomorrow." In my last life, our intern, Vincent Tate, tried using AI to book a client dinner. I told him Veya AI couldn't make reservations. Yet he waited until after work to do it himself. Too late. Every table was gone. Vincent immediately started crying to the whole office. "If Mr. Alford hadn't stopped me from using AI, I would've gotten a table! Now we blew the deal!" My fiancée, Peyton Welch, and the rest of my coworkers piled on. "Why can't AI make reservations? Vincent's right. You're paying for every dollar we lose!" Peyton shoved me during the fight. Then I fell off the building. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Ri

Vivian’s attention flickered nervously, scanning faces. At a table adorned with champagne flutes and delicacies, Anna raised her glass, clinking it gently against Vivian’s. Gina approached, radiant as ever. “Hi Anna! I’m so glad you came,” she said, pressing her cheek against Anna’s in a quick hug. “Wouldn’t miss it,” Anna replied warmly. “And Viv! Nice to see you here,” Gina said, waving. Vivian forced a polite smile, wary. “You girls should have fun,” Gina said softly. “Come join Naya at her table—she’s been asking after you.”